This was certainly not one of my finer moments. Fearing for the safety of the plastic pipes in our old apartment, I simply started disposing of the grease out the second-story window, which left a pleasant little pattern in the snow below. Little did I know, of course, that all the grease was actually sinking below the snow until around March when the snow melted. You could see a grease stain in the concrete below that must have measured a half-meter in diameter. No lie, it was kind of gross.